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"Could you please get me some paper and pen? I need the commander to write a guarantee for me."

Cheng Qingshan laughed in anger, "Fine, I'll write it then."

He's in good health now and can live for a few more years.

He, the old man, can still fulfill Lin Zhilan's requests.

Following Lin Zhilan's instructions, Cheng Qingshan wrote a comprehensive and thorough guarantee.

He handed it to her impatiently, saying, "Is this okay now?"

"OK!"

Lin Zhilan smiled, her eyes crinkling, and folded the guarantee letter before putting it in her pocket.

We chatted all morning, and it was just time to eat.

Lin Zhilan found it strange that no guests came to Cheng Qingshan's house on the second day of the Lunar New Year this year.

I've never met his children.

It wouldn't be good to ask rashly, so Lin Zhilan suppressed her curiosity and went to the restaurant with the old man.

Cheng Qingshan then remembered, "You two came over, why didn't you bring the child?"

He even asked Xiao Li to cook the dishes that the children liked.

"I'm afraid they'll disturb you."

"I have a problem with my right ear; even artillery shells can't bother me, let alone the children. You're just being stingy by not letting me see the kids," Cheng Qingshan said unhappily.

He does have a problem with his right ear; he was deafened by a shell on the battlefield.

Cheng Qingshan never saw this as a flaw, but rather as a badge of honor.

Whenever he talks about his ears, he says he's not even afraid of cannonballs.

Tu Jingchao and Lin Zhilan nodded, indicating that they should not hold a grudge against the leader.

Cheng Qingshan was no longer as serious as when he was discussing important matters. He treated them as juniors and threw a little tantrum.

Lin Zhilan didn't stand on ceremony and served him a bowl of soup. "I'm not being stingy. Even I, as a mother, find my child noisy, let alone others."

Cheng Qingshan took the soup. "Don't worry, I don't mind the noise. Just let them come over."

Cheng Qingshan still remembers the two children.

This morning, he even asked Tu Jing to cut red paper for him and make red envelopes for the two children.

Who knew those two wouldn't bring the kids?

"When are you going back to the island?"

Lin Zhilan took the soup from Su Lang and said, "We have to set off on the sixth day of the new year. Su Lang doesn't have much vacation time."

Today is the third day of junior high school.

That means it's only a few days away.

Cheng Qingshan said, "If you have nothing to do, bring the children over again in the next couple of days. As you can see, it's quiet here."

Lin Zhilan and Su Lang exchanged a glance and nodded in agreement.

Everyone started to eat.

Cheng Qingshan took a sip of soup and then a bite of the flatbread. "Your cooking is still the best. The sauce for the rice is also superb."

In fact, Cheng Qingshan had only eaten Lin Zhilan's cooking a few times.

That is, I ate a bit too much at the train station.

Later, when he fell ill, Lin Zhilan would at most cook him some porridge or prepare some medicinal cuisine.

But Cheng Qingshan still couldn't forget that taste.

Lin Zhilan smiled and said, "The rice seasoning sauce is easy to make. I'll make a few more jars when I get home and bring them over to you then."

"That's great."

Cheng Qingshan didn't refuse and immediately agreed.

Lin Zhilan and Su Lang couldn't sense it, but Tu Jing had followed Cheng Qingshan for so many years and knew his temperament.

Cheng Qingshan is able to get along with Lin Zhilan like this.

This shows that he truly treats Lin Zhilan as his own junior.

Tu Jingdao said, "Dr. Lin, could you teach me how to make that porridge you cooked for the leader before? I usually cook some for him too, he likes it."

Cheng Qingshan's lips moved, but he swallowed his words.

He doesn't like drinking porridge, but he has gallbladder problems, and the doctor advised him to drink more porridge so that his gallbladder could rest.

Tu Jing acted as if he had received an imperial edict, and frequently supervised him to drink porridge in the morning.

Cheng Qingshan couldn't even get a bite of rice.

Lin Zhilan glanced at Cheng Qingshan, "When cooking porridge, soak the rice in water for about half an hour first, then add the rice after the water boils. It's best to add a few drops of sesame oil after cooking, as this will make it more moist."

Tu Jing remembered this and said to Sister Li, "Sister Li, you also remember to cook some porridge for the leader from time to time when I'm not here."

Cheng Qingshan said with a bitter face, "I drink porridge every day, and my mouth feels so bland."

Lin Zhilan smiled and said, "I pickled some dried radishes with my neighbor, they're perfect with congee, I'll bring you some later. There's also seaweed, I'll teach Sister Li how to make a cold seaweed salad, you can have it with your congee anytime."

"Xiao Lin is still the best." Cheng Qingshan glared at Tu Jing.

Tu Jing kept his head down and ate, pretending not to hear.

Beef is considered too "heaty" (causing internal heat), so Tu Jing specifically bought lamb instead.

On the table were a clear stewed mutton, a braised lamb chops, braised pork, and dry-fried green beans—all dishes that children love.

After the meal, Lin Zhilan took Cheng Qingshan's pulse.

The old man is recovering well and is listening to the doctor's advice.

However, Lin Zhilan didn't praise him. Instead, she frowned and asked, "Haven't you been sleeping well lately? Are you too busy with work?"

Tu Jing looked at Cheng Qingshan.

No matter how carefully he observes, he has no idea how well the leader is sleeping.

Cheng Qingshan has reduced his workload as much as possible since returning from the island, so why can't he sleep?

Cheng Qingshan clicked his tongue. "Old people naturally sleep less."

He remained defiant.

Lin Zhilan ignored him and went straight to Tu Jing, saying, "Isn't the leader drinking porridge? Go buy some roasted jujube seeds, just a little bit. Crush them, boil them in water, strain out the residue, and then use this broth to cook porridge. Eat it three or four times a week and see if it helps."

Sour jujube seed nourishes the heart, calms the mind, and reduces sweating; it can be used to treat difficulty falling asleep, excessive dreaming, and frequent awakenings.

The key point is that it is the gentlest and safest sleep aid diet, and Cheng Qingshan can eat it without any problems.

"Okay," Tu Jing replied.

Cheng Qingshan smacked his lips.

These kids are no good, so they've come to take charge of him.

However, he didn't say anything, but felt a pang of sadness and a touch of soft-heartedness.

It was getting late, so Lin Zhilan and Su Lang said their goodbyes.

Tu Jing hurriedly took out the prepared medicinal herbs.

Lin Zhilan tried to give him money, but he refused, saying, "You treated the leader, so this is your medical expenses."

"Just keep it. You're a doctor, it'll be useful if you take the medicine. It's a waste to leave it with him," Cheng Qingshan added.

Lin Zhilan had no choice but to accept it.

Cheng Qingshan then had the nanny bring out a leg of lamb for Lin Zhilan to take back.

"I'm an old man and I can't finish it all. You can take it back for your parents-in-law to try."

Tu Jing was right.

Cheng Qingshan treated Lin Zhilan as his own junior.

Therefore, I have always wanted Lin Zhilan to have a better future.

Although he came to the Su family's house yesterday to discuss important matters, it was also to support Lin Zhilan.

In the past, people always emphasized marrying someone of equal social standing.

In a conventional sense, Lin Zhilan's parents were both deceased, while Su Lang's parents were both retired senior cadres, so they were not considered a good match.

Cheng Qingshan's display of valuing Lin Zhilan was meant to tell the Su family that Lin Zhilan had powerful backers.

This leg of lamb was prepared in advance for her to take back.

Cheng Qingshan stubbornly insisted that it would be a waste if he couldn't finish eating it.

Lin Zhilan handed the rice to Su Lang, saying, "Thank you, Chief. I'll make you a jar of rice sauce later."

"That's great, I'm not at a loss."

The more impolite Lin Zhilan was, the happier Cheng Qingshan became.